them. You were there with me. You were listening.” “But not in this life,” I said. I didn’t have a perfect memory, but I wouldn’t have forgotten that. I was sure of it. “In this life, I didn’t stop to look at them as long. I already knew them. Your father didn’t say anything.” “That’s the whole story of this life, isn’t it?” I said acridly. “You already knew everything.”
